Dying After Death

Change

   Stress is a killer, silence in waiting.

 Anger, frustration, humiliation, degradation.

   To late for regret, increases the pacing.

Mind in overdrive, no more peaceful sleeping.

   The reasons the heart keeps racing.

Sudden death comes in the mind, due to palpatatiions.

   Causing the blood pressure to keep raising.

Mind controls the body, have to change the ways of thinking.

   But the thoughts derive from the ways.

Nature versus nuture, ways of being raised.

   Nurturing the nature, may change the behavior.

Though there can not be change without hope.

   Hoping the change will be without consequence.

For consequence is the reason for change.

Dying After Death

   Within the times of past days.

 Ones long forgotten.

   Giving way to days of maturity, of which was once youthful.

There was a man, and he created life.

   This man was present for a time of insignificance.

Regardless that the role was of significance.

   Though insignificant, sufficient enough to stain the future with a memory of.

A picture of a blurred face and presence.

   Energy that has long lost its power to supply connectivity.

To the offspring it gave light.

   For life moves on, leaving the past behind.

Creating a future of newness.

   Though change may be rough in its transition.

Non the less, it shall be so.

   And with it, a natural forgetfulness.

Not forgotten, but stored behind the doors of the subconscious.

   That hold and rel...

Pariah

   Unable to be who you are now.

Because of mistakes in the past.

   A time one couldn't look at with

the same wisdom now, then.

   Some people don't change, 

but most will.

   Possibly the greatest lawer, philosopher,

engineer.

   A doctor who cures cancer, no one

will listen, due to reputation.

   Is no one worthy of reconsideration?

Considering most aren't worthy to

give adjudication.

   Societal castration, sentenced to 

isolation.

   Those whom are titled criminals, 

or stained with accusations.

   No longer allowed to pursue aspirations.

Pasions deleted, taken.

   Erased, no future to chase.

Just another face, with too many hoping

for a negative fate.

   Night and day, as t...

Til The Very End

   Benevolence can make some

things seem irrelevant.

   A blind eye creates ignorance.

So I utilize my intelligence.

   To communicate to those in

Earth's existence.

   To elevate with a higher learning

of purpose.

   But no communication is free

of interference.

   Hijacked, that's a change in 

power dynamic.

   Crossed signals cannot deliver

a message.

   Faulty wiring, many in need 

of maintenance.

   Therefore so many living belligerent.

Reboot, download contemplation.

   Reflection, look at what your facing.

Check yourself, your worth saving.

   Reliance outside of one's self is guessing.

Don't bet on others loyalty, that's gamblin...

RBCs

   Sitting, sipping cabernet, because it's bloody red.

Swirling the wine in the cup.

   It transforms into a vortex, pulling me in.

Like a DeLorean, the past is alive.

   It never dies, in time, or in the mind.

It stains quite similar on a shirt when it dries.   

  That day, a dream of repetition.

So young, so angry, a snarling beast.

   Waking up to a blunt, and 40 O Z.

No masculine figure to direct the energy.

   Anger prevails over common sense.

The cold sweats, running to throw up in the toilet.

   It still smokes in my hand.

As the cup tips, taking another sip, of blood.

Invert

   I got pain, but my eyes can't make rain.

To much sand running through my veins.

   Using liquor as novicane.

To numb me from some of the weirdest things.

   Some people call them feelings.

I guess I must be inhumane.

   Cause nothing is what I'm feeling.

I no longer find things appealing.

   Low energy, as if I had iron deficiency.

Or maybe something inside needs dealing, to lead to some healing?

   Reading scriptures, looking for messages that are curing.

Praying but, faith without works leads to dead endings.

   Scarred and hardened from life's sharp edgings.

Trying to bring me to my knees, with pleas of begging.

   To walk the earth with facial egging.

Less than a man, a bearded fledgling.

   Suffering mockery, judgement and ridiculing.

Stubborn, I bo...

B4 Not After

   Hello, who are you?

What do you do?

   What does it mean?

Is it dirty, or is it clean?

   Your condition, are you happy with your position?

9 to 5, or prison?

.  Are you on the floor, or have you reached your ceiling?

Life is a prism.

   What's in your view, what's in your vision?

Is the devil real, do you have religion?

   Do you know where your going in the ending?

Sights of livin, it was written, a premonition.

   Days of past, and days of the futures dealing.

Play your hand, poker face, or push your chips in.

   For some days may seem sunny, while others may appear grim.

   Though outcomes usually have reverse fortune.

Cause it can be freezing when it's hot, and be cold when it's scorching.

   Push back when shoved, life can be forcing.

E...

In The End

   People always want to play games when you going through sh!t.

   I guess I'd be wrong if I decided to flip.

Like trapezians, spitten Thessalonians.

   Waiting at the hot gates with 300 Spartans.

You better smarten, or start squatting, the world's rotten.

   Fear the walking, dead, remember always aim for the head.

Heartless cannibals will leave you in a pool of red.

   Anything, just to get ahead.

Love and loyalty murdered, and buried in a casket of lead.

   Lust and greed now take the lead.

But I thrive in the cold like Covid19.

   Viral verses, putting those in hurses, coming for the king.

Crown and scepter, Omega Supreme.

   The new world order is now the theme.

But I can't be contained, busting out at the seems.

   Using nightmares to make my dreams.

Hypocrisy

   Media depictions, transfixing closed minds, incapable of cognition.

   Instilling phobias, and hostility, based on ethnicity.

Subsequently, the depictors themselves, from inception, are the purveyors of iniquity.

   The pillaging invaders from a foreign land, abusing power purposely.

   War crimes, the definition currently.

Kidnappers, with bloody hands, traded currency.

   For flesh cargo, within vessels of buoyancy.

To perform free labor, under threat of death, and slavery.

   Where a declaration of independence, says all men are created equally.

   Written by those who say give me death, if I can't have liberty.

Whom took up arms, and became revolutionaries.

   Who are now celebrated for fighting for their right to be free.

From taxation without representation.

   To form a more perf...

Too Many

   I've been gone for a while, off to a lonely place.

Had to do some thinking, I needed some space.

   Not sure if it helped make the man I wanted to create.

For I'm still unsure of who I was in the first place.

   I bend, but I don't break.

Attempts by the world's narcissists and ingrates.

I do know it's just no to anyone who wants to relate.

   Too many backstabbers, too many two faced.

Too many gold diggers, too many real women, who turn out to be fake.

   Too many disloyal, and untrustworthy who lie straight to your face.

   Too many church worshippers on Sunday, but Monday to Saturday take break.

   Too many know it alls, who knew nothing in the first place.

Too many family members who think water is thicker than blood, what a waste.

   Too many friends, too many of them won't ev...